You Are Why

Chapter Two

The Slytherins chuckled as the Gryffindors stared at Ginny, aghast. Blaise grinned. "One point Slytherin."

Pansy downed the rest of her drink before doing away the glass. "What's next?"

"Um," Hermione snapped out of the trance and stood, heading towards a small room off the main one. "Ladies, please follow me."

Pansy ripped herself out of Blaise's arms begrudgingly and Y/N trailed behind her, praying to gods she didn't even believe in.

Inside the room there was a desk with several slips of paper on top. Hermione passed one to each girl and quickly instructed. "Pansy, you'll hide yours on Ginny, anywhere you want and vice versa."

"What's the objective?" Pansy asked skeptically.

"Your partner will be tasked with finding the paper," Ginny grinned, stepping towards the dark-haired Slytherin.

Hermione stood in front of Y/N and made the obvious choice, sliding the tiny slip deep down between her breasts and stepped back, expecting Y/N to do the same. Instead, Y/N knelt down between her legs and pulled aside her panties, sticking the paper where she was dead certain Ron would never look.

"Nice!" Pansy exclaimed, Ginny having already placed the paper in her bra. She knelt down, copying Y/N.

"You two are despicable," Hermione pinched her nose.

Pansy took Y/N's arm and started out of the room, grinning. "Thank you."

Y/N took her seat next to Draco, to whom the objective of the game had obviously been explained to already. She pinked, scooting into the opposite couch arm to his. Hermione and Ginny took their seats as well, fighting not to squirm.

"Ready, set, go," Ron said, starting to work his hands through Hermione's hair, who was forbidden to say a word.

Draco, giving up on her approaching him, started towards his partner. His hands, his bloody frigid hands, traced the top of her high-waisted, lace briefs and she flinched. "It's going to get much worse than this," he warned her against calling out a chicken before feeling around her hips.

Holding her breath, she closed her eyes and leaned back, attempting to think of literally anything else. But she couldn't, the pads of his long, lithe fingers working across her smooth skin was far too intoxicating. Not even Blaise calling out that he'd found his completely registered.

As far as Draco went, he was highly unattached and unintimate, pretending it was just another cheap witch he picked up over the summer. His fingers pressed between her breasts and found purchase. He straightened quickly, returning to his side. "Got it."

It took a few moments, blissfully quiet moments, but Ron and Harry found theirs as well. Emerging from their search red-faced, they set their slips on the paper and let Hermione do the talking for them as usual. "Next on the roster is strip poker. The boys will play, betting their partner's clothes. Each round won means one piece back on. The game ends when someone runs out of clothes or calls chicken."

Y/N's blood ran cold as Harry dealt out the magically summoned deck. "Five card draw," Harry informed them, passing each couple their hand.

Draco was incredibly good at the game, far better than anyone had anticipated. Soon each of the other girls had their legs tightly crossed and were down to just their bras when Blaise lost and Pansy called her chicken. Draco set his hand back on the table and leaned back, looking at his fully clothed partner. "Are you thirsty?"

"Um," Y/N blinked, still slightly awestruck at her level of dress. "What?"

"Hydration, do you require it?"